Another Big Mean Man
Thoughts of an English gentleman as I approach 50.
I'm in an open polyamorous marriage - my wife knows about this side of me, and approves.
Gave up on tumblr after three deleted blogs in 2020, so here I am.
Messages and asks are open, I never share pictures that I receive, I love to chat. And since the messaging here sucks balls, I'm on discord disgustingoldman#3093 and Snapchat - lancashirebloke. Also on session but posting it here messes up the page formatting so ask nicely for it if you want it.
Looking to find the right kind of girl to spend time with, do icky things, and help her find her place in the world. Message me if you're interested in exploring what we could do together, preferably in person but online can be lots of fun too.
A Visit to Marie
(I wrote this some time ago for my tumblr blog - a story in up to four parts. It's seasonal though, so I'll post them between now and December 25th. Let me know if you like them)
As I crept through the house, I could only hope that I wouldn’t get caught. I’m sure I could have come up with an explanation of what was going on, but not one that everyone would believe. I made sure that I was being extra careful as I approached her bedroom, not sure what I’d find when I opened the door. She should be asleep by now. It was late and way past her bed time. She should be tucked up in bed having sweet dreams.
I turned the handle on her door slowly so that it didn’t make a noise, and opened the door a tiny amount. A sliver of light came out through the smallest gap, which made me start. She should be asleep by now, and yet the light was on. Maybe she’d fallen asleep with it on again. I would just have to be extra careful not to be caught.
As I opened the door more, I peered through the gap. I could see her bed. She was lying in bed, wriggling slightly, clearly not quite as asleep as I wanted her to be. But it was too late now – the door was open, and I knew what I had to do. I crept through the gap, hoping that she was asleep enough for me to do what needed to be done before I could leave. It’s just a shame that my clothes made it much easier to see me!
I moved towards her bed and stood watching her. Her eyes were closed, but as I glanced down her body I could see her hand was between her thighs and she was panting as she moved. I swear I meant to leave then, but as I moved the floorboard creaked and her eyes flew open.
“Santa!” she squealed, “What are you doing in my room?”
“Well, Marie,” I began and then paused as I looked at her more. She was wearing a loose fitting crop top that barely covered her breasts and I could see her nipples poking through the fabric. She sat up as I struggled for words. “It’s Christmas Eve and I’m visiting all the good and naughty children so that they get treats or told off. Have you been a good girl or a naughty girl, Marie?”
Her hand was still between her legs as she bowed her head slightly. Looking up at me through her bangs, she blushed slightly and mumbled “I’ve been good, Santa”. I chuckled. “Really, Marie? Have you been a good little girl? Remember, Santa knows everything.”
How she answered the next question was going to determine what kind of visit Santa would be making this year. I paused, waiting for her to respond…